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Dinah McBride / female / 21 / hero
Location: the Streets of Centerville; A Room She Probably Shouldn't Be In 
Interactions: @KaijuBaragon @GingerBoi123

Dinah reached the top of the stairs, a hallway stretching before her. One of the doors was open, she could tell because of the dim light spilling into the hallway, though it was blocked by the tall silhouette of a man. She edged as close as she dared, back pressed against the wall in an effort to stay in the shadow as she listened to their conversation. She moved the black and white scarf around her neck up over her nose to muffle the sound of her breathing, the last thing she wanted was to be caught eavesdropping.

"-spare a second thought to take you out. Now move!" was the first thing she heard, the voice angry and cold as steel, but still calm. This was the shooter, she guessed.

The second speaker was closer to the door, no doubt the tall man she had seen enter in the first place. "You heard what I said before. I will not move. Who are you?" the other demanded. His tone and speech pattern were very strange. Not incorrect, on the contrary, a little too correct, but she couldn't decide why. 

She remained perfectly still and silent as she listened to the rest of the conversation, her interest now piqued. The shooter identified himself as Hijack, the other as Jack Foster. The former made a quip about it that the latter didn't seem too amused by. She might have snickered if she wasn't afraid of being heard. Although, after the self proclaimed Hijack fired a silenced shot, she jumped slightly and clenched her fists, waiting for a yell of pain that never came, instead she was met with a horrific metallic clang. The sound of boots on the floor came dangerously close to the door before they were abruptly halted. Someone was about to get seriously hurt.

There was a brief moment where she considered dashing out as fast as he legs could carry her, let these two fight it out. She didn't know anything about them, what kind of agenda they had, it was none of her business. Besides, what could she do, throw golden - she looked down at the trash on the floor - beer cans at them? However, her compassion and curiosity overcame her and she leaned sideways to peek around the doorframe, just in tie to watch a masked man fire a bullet into his attacker's mouth. The sound coupled with the severity of the action caused her to gasp, a hand flying over her mouth as she watched, wide eyed, as the tall man shoved the shooter away from him and peeled the skin away from his face to reveal metal, wires and bone. Dinah had seen terminator, but this was a whole other level of messed up. That thing was going to kill this Hijack guy, and her too if he got the chance. 

Neither seemed to have noticed her presence yet, so she made a split second decision, ripping the glove from her left hand as she turned the corner and brushed her fingertips downward across the cyborg's shirt and pants, before attempting to dart back out into the hall. The fabric her hand had come into contact with suddenly began to solidify and change color, the once soft material quickly becoming cold and hard and spreading until it had turned to solid gold. Now, gold was a soft metal, but maybe it would be just enough to slow the cyborg down so that he could struggle free, giving at least her time to escape. 
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